The City by the Sea
I’ve never been,
but I need to go
to the city by the sea.
My toes long to be buried
in warm rocky sand.
My hair craves to be windswept
by a salty hand.
I’ve never been,
but somehow I need to be
in the city by the sea.
The skin on my cheeks
wishes to be burned away
to make room for sunkissed freckles.
My tongue aches to be sweetened
by the soft embrace
of café strawberry ice cream.
I’ve never been,
but still my heart cries out
for the city by the sea.
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This poem is a gorgeous painting of a beach city! “The soft embrace of café strawberry ice cream” is a lovely image.
The sea washes all things away. It feels to me that never having been to the city by the sea conveys that you carry much on your shoulders and in your heart. A very musical poem–nicely done, Michayla.
The repetition of “in the city by the sea” makes the poem ballad-like. I love ballads.
‘the city by the sea’ anchors the poem
love:
My toes long to be buried
in warm rocky sand.
My hair craves to be windswept
by a salty hand.
Oh yes, by the sea by the sea by the beautiful sea. I honor your words because I can’t imagine not being by the sea! Lovely how your body craves the ocean’s magic and the wonder of the wave’s alchemical healings . . . come to San Francisco in OCTOBER . . . if you’re lucky there’s an incredible Harvest Moon!